Sweep the carpets.
Sweep bad memoirs under the carpet.
Dust away those cob-webs.
Dust where hurtful memoirs linger.
Mop the floors.
Mop the ocean of sad memoirs you once shed.
Empty the bins.
Empty your pitiful bank of memoirs.
With your home sparkling clean.
With your memory cleaned of tainted memoirs.
Reminisce no more.
Open your once locked door.
Beauty and love, wait and reach out to you.
Take it, it's well deserved.
Live your life now.
Those memoirs
Are no more.
Deleted and cleaned away.
maybe you want to give your man a good clean as well? have a great weekend nice poem dave xxxx
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Lessons in the cupboards should not be kept in the dark open the doors and let them be seen by all.Great write Love Duncan